Well they’re not kidding folks, Washington is GREEN.
There is definitely plenty of moisture to keep tons of cedar, fir,
and pine trees, as well as the countless perennials bright, colorful, and
green. It’s been two weeks since
we hit the state line and we’ve had a great mix of clouds, rain, and brilliant
sunshine with temperatures between low-40s to mid-80s.
Looking toward the Olympic Mountain Range.
The flowers are simply amazing. Everywhere you look something
is in bloom. Trees, shrubs, wildflowers,
flowerbeds, potted plants on balconies and porches, large blooms to teensy
ones, bright brilliant colors to shy pastels.
Hanging at the RV Park office in Sequim.
Kwanzan Cherry blossoms
Snowing in pink...
Salmonberry bloom - the
berries are a favorite with bears and elk.
Purple Dead Nettle –
a bad name for a beautiful plant with small delicate flowers.
Delicate Fragrant
Fringecups.
Pacific Fairy Slipper
- Somewhat rare, but beautiful. I
lucked out and stumbled across this one along a Dungeness Wildlife Refuge
hiking trail.
Small-flowered
Forget-me-not – you have to look close
for the tiny, teensy,
itty-bitty thing.
Scotch Broom blooms –
these are everywhere in the Pacific
Northwest.
It’s beautiful lining
the highways in large patches, but…
An escapee from home
gardens, it’s considered a noxious weed.
It displaces native and beneficial plants, causing loss of grassland and
open forests and is toxic to livestock and horses, costing agriculture and the
timber industry over $40 million annually in Washington alone.
We spent a few days dry camping in the Olympic National Park
at the Kalaloch Campground. It was
a beautiful area tucked into the forest at the edge of the beach.
Sunset from the rig’s
living room window.
Relaxing, hiking, and tide pooling took up our time while in
the park. Coast, forest, and
mountain ecosystems combine to create the Olympic National Park, dedicated in
1938. Today the park is
internationally recognized as a Biosphere Reserve and World Heritage Site. The park protects the largest old-growth
forest in the Pacific Northwest.
Much of its character comes from trees that took root 200 to 1,000 years
ago. Differences in moisture (from
40 to 240 inches per year) and changes in elevation (sea level to 7,980 feet)
create a mosaic of forests in the park.
The Hoh Rainforest called us and off we went to do a bit of
easy hiking. There are four
rainforests located in the Olympic National Park, Quinault, Queets, Hoh, and
Bogachiel. These forests once
stretched from southern Oregon to southeast Alaska, but little remains outside
the national park due to logging over the past century. A combination of lots of rain (12-14
feet annually), moderate temperatures (rarely below freezing or above 80),
mosses, ancient trees up to 250 feet tall and 60 feet in diameter, dead wood
providing habitat for multiple creatures, and nurse logs (described later) all create
a lush and exotic atmosphere.
Lichen, mosses, and club
moss cover the trees everywhere you look.
A spooky spot waiting
for a movie crew to arrive.
Lichen, wildflowers
and ferns making themselves at home.
When a big tree falls it provides a stage for new life –
these logs are called Nurse Logs.
Hemlock and spruce seedlings, unable to survive on the tangled forest
floor, absorb minerals, moisture and warmth from the decaying trunk. After their roots reach soil, young
trees seem to stand on stilts as the nurse log continues to decay.
Hiking along the
Spruce Nature Trail in the Hoh Rainforest.
Wanting to check out the beach area we hiked down through the woods, down the hill,
down the beach, and over the rocks to do some tide pooling.
Starfish, more
properly called sea stars, are purely marine creatures, even using seawater to
move nutrients through their system instead of blood. 69
Sea stars were
everywhere at this site.
Anemones were
plentiful as well.
Anemone
close-up.
Sea stars are
generalist predators, eating microalgae, sponges, bivalves, snails, and other
small animals.
Leaving the tide pools, we decided to stick with the marine
theme and headed off to the Makah National Fish Hatchery on the Makah Indian
Reservation in Neah Bay. Just a
mile from the Pacific coast, the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service raises and
releases 3.3 million fall Chinook, 300,000 coho and 200,000 steelhead annually
into the Sooes and Waatch rivers.
Fall Chinook salmon
fry. 303
The Makah Indian Reservation is located on the most
northwestern tip of the Olympic Peninsula and is the westernmost Indian
reservation in the lower 48 states.
The Makah inhabited Cape Flattery for centuries before European and
American explorers encountered them in the 1790s. The people made full use of the natural resources of both
the forest and the sea. One
resource of the sea that they used when possible was the whale. The Makah went whaling in 6 and 8 seat
canoes using harpoons made of deer antlers. Amazing! The
tribe members are still actively involved in commercial fishing. Their second largest income comes from
tourism.
If you ever get there, be sure to check out the tribal
museum. It’s small but very interesting. Most of the artifacts on display are
from the village of Odette. The
village of Odette was accidently uncovered in 1970 when weather and erosion
exposed parts of buildings and Indian artifacts. The village had been buried by a catastrophic mudslide over 250
years earlier. Over 55,000
artifacts were recovered during archeological excavations. The artifacts related to all aspects of
ancient tribal life, including tools, clothing, art, caches of family
heirlooms, and ancestral remains.
Many are on display in the tribal museum.
Doors to the Makah
Tribal Museum. Unfortunately, no
photography was allowed inside the museum.
Totem in the center of Neah Bay.
The tribe developed a nice hiking trail on the tip of Cape
Flattery that allows you to walk out to the most northwesterly point on the
lower 48 states. The trail is
short, only ¾ of a mile, but there are 4 lookout points from which there are
spectacular views of the rugged coastline and the Pacific Ocean.
Boardwalk along part
of the trail.
Lush forest surrounds
you as you hike the trail.
Look closely for the
deer along the trail.
Sea cave at the end
of the world…or at least of the lower 48.
Tatootsh Island off
Cape Flattery.
No trip of ours is complete without Heinz trying out
something new. This time it was
clamming on Long Beach (Washington my dears, not California…not a celebrity in
sight). We were up well before
dawn and heading for the beach.
Low tide was at 0745 and we had an hour drive ahead of us. Everyone we talked to said to be sure
and get there as the tide starts going out and follow it towards the ocean to
get the best clams. So, there we
were, on the beach, me yawning, mumbling things like “Feed me Seymour” and “A
cup of tea would restore my normality”, and Heinz heading out to dig us up
dinner. It’s easier to show than
to explain, so here’s my photographic rendition of clamming for Razor Clams (a
local delicacy).
Dawn finally
arrives.
What’s this? We got competition!
Actually there were
quite a few people out digging in the sand that morning.
Clam signature, a
small depression in the sand surrounded by a very shallow wall of sand.
Pushing in a clam
tube. This works much like a
straw. You push it down into the
sand, plug a hole in the handle (sealing a vacuum), and pull up. The sand and water inside it will come
out with the tube. To release,
just unplug the hole and shake out the sand, water, and hopefully, a razor clam.
Pulling up the
tube.
Dumping the contents
on the beach and hoping for a clam.
I think I see
one!
Yep, there it
is.
Nice sized razor
clam. The tip sticking up is the
clam’s “foot”. This is used to dig
in the sand to create their holes.
These clams have been known to dig and disappear within 15 seconds of
sensing danger.
A successful morning
of clamming and it’s barely sun-up.
Heading for the car,
his duty done, dinner will be provided.
The morning’s
haul.
Average size, 5-6
inches.
Out of their shells
and ready for cleaning.
Ready for
cooking. We started with fried
clams and clam chowder. Next up -
pasta with clam sauce maybe.
We continued drifting our way to Tacoma and Seattle by
stopping for a few days in Sequim (pronounced Skwim). This small town has been on our radar for a while as a
possible retirement location since it’s listed almost constantly on the Best
Places to Retire sites. Sequim is
known for a mild and sunny climate.
The area is in the rain shadow of the Olympic Mountains and gets only
about 17 inches of rain each year – compared to 14 feet in the rain forest. The first European settlers arrived in
the Dungeness Valley in the 1850s, but the Klallam Indians had lived in the
region long before that. In 1874,
when Native American tribes were being pressured to move to reservations, the
Klallam tribe raised enough money to purchase land north of Sequim, the
beginning of what would become the Jamestown S’Klallam community (a nearby
small town).
While the lands along Dungeness River became fertile farmlands,
the remainder of the area remained an arid prairie. Irrigation canals brought water to the prairie in the 1890s,
allowing for the expansion of farmlands.
This innovation is celebrated each May with the Sequim Irrigation
Festival - the oldest continuing festival in Washington. We went to the festival, and as usual…
heavy sigh… it was nice, but nothing like the Louisiana festivals we are used
to. I think Louisiana could make a
bunch of money sending out festival planners to communities far and wide –
trust me, we would all benefit!
Sequim a nice small town, with lots of retirees walking
around, but ultimately not for us – it was scratched off the list. The general consensus is that there’s
really not much to do around the area unless you are totally outdoors
oriented. It’s also not very close
to any large city for other entertainment.
Along with Sequim we checked out Port Townsend and Port
Angeles, both within easy driving distance for Sequim.
Main Street, Port Townsend, lined with century old buildings.
The Rose Theater,
built in 1907 as a vaudeville house. It is now used for
films, ballet, opera, and plays.
Harbor pier at Port
Angeles.
Now, that’s loving a
sport, when your kayak is almost twice the length of your car!
Oil tanker in the
Port Angeles harbor.
Then it was off to Tacoma and Seattle. We’re currently staying on Joint Base
Lewis McChord, formerly Fort Lewis and McChord Air Force Base. The RV park is tucked back in a
wonderful patch of woods with huge trees and lots of green undergrowth and
wildflowers. While here we’ve alternated
days of out-and-about (busily seeing the area), with days of kicking back and
relaxing. It’s worked out well and
we’re not feeling pushed to see everything in two weeks.
Seattle was our first outing. The weather was a bit drizzly, but that “liquid sunshine” didn’t
stop us. Familiar with the
REI store? Ever wonder where that
marvel of a sports store came from?
Well it’s here in Seattle.
We stopped in at the “mothership” and what a place it is. The main entrance is hidden upstairs on
the second floor behind a small urban jungle with a waterfall, hiking trail for
trying out boots and a biking trail for testing bikes. Wow, now that’s thinking of your
customers. The place is huge – we spent hours
looking through all the gear.
The main entrance
features a series of clocks displaying the current time on the top ten
mountains to climb worldwide.
After spending some time looking around and thinking about
all the calories you could work off doing all the fun things REI can prep you
for, we decided we were hungry. So
it was off to find a noodle shop.
Heinz pulled out his trusty cell phone and found Mike’s Noodle House in
the International District.
Mike’s is a small place, the atmosphere is very friendly,
and the tables appear to never be empty.
The dining room has a large window that lets you see the kitchen and
what’s happening in preparing your lunch.
I got the beef brisket with wontons noodle soup. I get hungry just thinking of that
soup…melt in your mouth tender beef, shrimp and pork wontons, and noodles, all
swimming in a rich, earthy beef broth.
Heinz opted for the wonton soup, the same wontons in a lovely chicken
broth.
light poles on the street corners.
Inside Mike’s Noodle
House.
Beef brisket and
wonton soup…and that’s the small
bowl!
Next, we stopped in at the Seattle Asian Art Museum to see a
special exhibit on Japanese Art Deco 1920-1945. Showing 200 works, the exhibit revealed the impact of the
Art Deco movement on Japanese culture.
Covering sculpture, painting, prints, ceramics, jewelry, furniture and
even items as small as a series of matchbook covers, the exhibition is an
introduction to the sophisticated designs of Japanese artists of the
period.
A mantle decorative
piece of pomegranates.
Heinz is contemplating a new hobby, so we stopped in at the Center
for Wooden Boats on Lake Union.
The Center is a “museum” dedicated to preserving and documenting the
maritime history of the Pacific Northwest. I put museum in quotes because this is not the typical
museum. Here you have an
opportunity to learn to steambend an oak frame, cast an oarlock, caulk a seam, or
wander around marveling at the boats or watch someone hollow out a canoe. If you go on a Sunday (we didn’t) the
Center offers free rides on one of their boats.
Working on the beginning stages of hollowing out a cedar canoe.
Under construction.
Gleaming wood that
beckons you to climb on board.
Waiting for the
weekend.
Boats owned by the
Center’s members.
The rest of our Tacoma/Seattle adventures will have to wait
for another day, especially since we haven’t finished exploring them yet.
So to keep you smiling - here’s our friends of the day, large
and small.
Hey, what’s over
there? Mom, that grass looks good.
Ok, ok, I’m
coming…sheesh, she never lets me have any fun!
Can I come out and
play?
Hmm…if I start here and work down the right side and back up the left that should make for a nice first course.
And we leave you with
some great words from a great writer.
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